There are books you read for the pleasure of the words themselves, and there are books whose words you put up with in order to glean whatever useful information might be had despite them. Sharony Andrews Green's biography of her father-in-law (she is, or was, married to Green's youngest son, Grant, Jr.) falls, unfortunately, into the latter category.
On the positive side, this is the first biography of Grant Green. Despite his rising stature among guitarists--he was undervalued in his day--it's relatively difficult to learn much about Green the man. His music, thankfully, has mostly been reissued and is now readily available. But the man himself has remained overshadowed by more commercially successful jazz guitarists (e.g. notably Wes Montgomery, Kenny Burrell, and George Benson). Also in the positive column, Green (the author) has enviable access to the Green family and to many of Grant Green's former musical collaborators and rivals.
In the negative column, despite having been a journalist, Green seems entirely lacking when it comes to evaluating sources and knowing what to cut and what to keep in. She also isn't a musician, nor a music critic, so she quickly runs out of ways to describe the quality of her subject's remarkable playing. This is alleviated to a great extent by the last 20% of the book, which is turned over to Swiss musician Tobias Jundt, who has studied Green's playing and is quite adept at describing his playing in general and walking the reader through Green's discography, noting judiciously what to appreciate about each outing, which recordings are essential, and which are not worth the time.
[Some of what follows might be considered spoilers.]
Green structures the book around her discovering that her husband's father was a famous jazz guitarist--a fact that, oddly, hadn't come up previously--and her quest to learn about the man and his music. That's a technique upon which one ought to be able to hang a biography, but Green spent so much of his life aloof and estranged from his own family, that there's not a lot about the man himself to tell. What ought to be the ultimate insider's perspective ends up yielding fewer insights than one would have hoped. So the approach quickly becomes tiresome. And, especially at the beginning of the book, I found Green's attempts to insert herself and her husband into the narrative annoying and unproductive. Grant Green spent so much of his life on the road and battling his own heroin addiction that he, apparently, never formed much of a bond with his four children, except, perhaps, for the oldest Gregory Green (who is also a guitarist, and a fine one, who performs under the stage name "Grant Green, Jr.,").
I won't deny that I got some useful things out of this. It was nice to read George Benson's candid admiration of Green, who style was a tremendous influence on his own. (The lack of any commentary from Kenny Burrell is conspicuously lacking.) Blue Note Records founder Alfred Lion's widow, Ruth Mason, provides some useful details about how Blue Note functioned in its heyday. And it was good to get a better understanding of the arc of Green's career, and his often frustrated attempts to court recognition outside of the jazz world. But the portrait we get of the man's life is limited. I learned about his drug addiction, his commitment to the Nation of Islam, his frustrations with the music industry, and his neglect of his family. What I didn't get, and hoped to, was a portrait of Green as an artist. There's scant mention of how he came to become the formidable player he was, no mention of his practice regimen or any other information about his dedication to his craft. I was treated to the same refrain about his religious dietary considerations, but never to the details of his life as a guitarist.
I'm a musician. I know you don't get to the level of playing that Grant Green achieved without working at it, without caring about it, without having ideas about what it is you're trying to do and how you hope it fits in with music in general. We get precious little of that here. The focus is almost entirely on the quotidian elements of Green's life. And those could have been summed up in a longish magazine piece.